The skinny skunk slid
across the icy road
and skated
beneath a parked car.
The opossum curtailed
its icy walk and sailed
across the frozen pond,
as I looked on.
The bald eagle now nests
at the crest
of trees along the Scioto,
eyes searching for a break
in the ice, and river mice
slipping by below.
The earth yet lies frozen
no scent of soil thawed.
No breath of heated life
that I can tell by smell.
But, below the melting snow
new-green growth
of daisies glow
a greeting and a promise
that Spring is on her way.
It is a beautiful day.
annarino writes 